My body’s started wearing out –
My joints and eyes and ears.
That’s nothing I’m surprised about;
I’ve known it would for years.

I knew that, when I reached the top,
I’d go down rung by rung.
That’s not a process I can stop;
None stays forever young.

So I sustain more aches and pains
And, each year, feel more cold;
That happens when your vigour wanes
And childhood days grow old.

And yet my body isn’t me;
I’m that which shall forever be.

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